User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The War of Southsward/@comment-26538658-20151202030447/@comment-1298206-20151212161704

''The shrew paused for a moment. He could have sworn he heard rustling coming from the surrounding tall grass. A split second later, a figure bolted from the tall grass and crashed into him, tackling him to the ground and knocking the paddle from his paw and the breath from his lungs. His already tender head slammed against the ground, causing him to grit his teeth and shut his eyes in pain. He opened his eyes to try to get a better look at his assailant, but his vision was fuzzy from having his head hit the ground with as much force as was used to tackle him to the ground. As soon as he got his breath back, he struggled and tried pushing off the stranger before giving him a piece of his mind.'' "What the- What do ye think you're doin' sneakin' up on a poor beast and attackin' him like that? Are you mad or just plain daft?"